280th story

Life needs an anchor, something that keeps you in place.

Something that won’t let your distance from the shore of peace grow too wide.

Something that won’t let the waves drag you into nowhere.

Sometimes a person is your anchor.

Sometimes it’s a thought, a belief.

Sometimes it’s faith.

Sometimes it’s the mountains.

Sometimes it’s a daily habit.

Sometimes it’s work, or a circle of friends.

Sometimes it’s a family gathering.

Sometimes it’s a sports club.

Sometimes it’s four books.

Sometimes it’s a handful of memories.

Whatever one’s anchor may be, it is the distance between them and being lost in the sea of life.

The distance from drifting.

The distance from homelessness.

Always, to escape the storms of life and the hurtful words you hear every day,

have an anchor.

May your dawn be blessed.